You sit in the swivel chair with the younger boy on your lap, and he rides your still clothed thigh while the whip in your hand comes into contact with his flushed skin harshly. ❝N-Noona~ Ah~❞ his moans gets louder and louder as he nears his awaited climax. You flash a dark smirk, as you circle your hand around his throat threateningly, ❝Keep it down, babyboy❞ ─────────────────────
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